Hi everyone! Today's chapter is one of my favorites because it starts to bring in more familiar faces of Beacon Hills!

Also, I won't be uploading a new chapter everyday anymore because I am moving back to college by myself at the end of the week. I am going to be super busy and I don't want to burn through all of the chapters I've written and leave you hanging while I find time to write new ones.

(p.s., sorry for yesterday's chapter, I forgot to add the scene dividers, so hopefully it wasn't confusing when it changed.)


"I just got word from Deaton," came the voice of Scott Mcall. "Isaac's going to be fine. Rina still hasn't turned up yet though."

"That's good news. Derek is ok too," added Boyd. "Kind of angry though."

"Well that's a surprise," interjected Stiles dryly.

"Were you able to find anything out from your dad?" Scott asked.

"Not much. Which in a way is good. It seems like the police couldn't really get a grasp on what went down." Stiles replied.

"But wait, how is that good?" Scott asked.

"It's good because it buys us some time, and they don't know Isaac, Rina and Derek were at the scene," Stiles explained.

"Ok, so what all do we know then?" inquired Boyd.

"Basically, no one called in reporting any disturbances the night it happened. So no one even knew about it until the groundskeeper arrived early the next morning and saw the damage," Stiles began. "But everything was already gone by then. There was clear damage from bullets to some of the headstones but nothing else. No shells, no bodies, no blood. Nothing."

"How is that even possible," Scott interjected.

"I don't know," Stiles said uneasily. "But what we do know is that whatever hunters were involved cleaned up real good. The scene was spotless. They've got the cops thinking it was some hooligans playing around with guns."

"This all just doesn't add up," Scott said. "Derek said all the hunters who attacked them got seriously injured or killed."

"Right, so there must have been more hiding out," Stiles hypothesized.

"I mean, it couldn't have been Chris's team, could it? Isaac hasn't broken code, and neither has Rina-"

"That we know of," Stiles interjected. "I mean, according to Derek she did kill that hunter."

"Yeah, but that was after she was attacked. That's not exactly a reason to go after her before," Scott stated firmly.

"It will be now though," Boyd interrupted.

"We don't know what she's capable of. I mean, she's not exactly a law abiding citizen. Who knows what's in her past," Stiles continued.

"Stiles," Scott sighed.

"I know, I know. We have to help everyone," Stiles replied exasperatedly.

"And it's not just that," Scott added. "Isaac loves her. He'd be devastated if he knew we didn't try to help."

"Oh, because he's always helped us," Stiles said, his words inciting a growl from Boyd.

"He's pack," Boyd said sternly.

"And you know he's changed," Scott said. "If he loses her, he might lose himself again."

"And I'm not putting up with douche Isaac again," Boyd cut in.

"What do you have against her anyway?"

"I just...her attitude. She's like the rudest-" Stiles said defeatedly. "But whatever I guess. What's our plan."

"Well first we need to figure out what those hunters were doing and why they were breaking code so recklessly." Scott said.

"There's only one person I can think of who'd tell us," Stiles said, noticing the change in his friend's expression. "I could handle that if you want-"

"No, it's ok. I can do it," Scott replied.

"And we need to find Rina. Make sure the hunters don't have her. Or worse... the alphas." Boyd added.

"Stiles, look through your dad's police reports and see if there's anything on a missing girl," Scott ordered. "I'll call my mom and have her check the hospital too. Something tells me she couldn't have gotten too far. Boyd, you go check on Isaac and see if he remembers anything that could help. And send Erica to Rina's house, maybe she'll be able to find something helpful."

The boys finished strategizing and went their separate ways.


Rina woke up shivering. Everything was a haze and she didn't know where she was. Her eyes blurred in and out of focus, and she began to realize that she was in a hospital bed. Her head was pounding and she felt clammy. She started to feel something tickling her under the sheets. She lifted them off of her and looked down, an hellacious shriek escaping from her mouth. She was covered in jet black blood and there were matted feathers all over the bed. She began to panic, screaming even louder.

"Get it off!" the girl screamed.

Several nurses rushed in, trying to calm the girl down. Her body was thrashing violently. The girl clawed at herself as her deafening screams pierced the room.

"Let go of me! Stop..." all of a sudden the girl fell silent. One of the nurses had manage to sedate her before she could spiral further out of control. Rina felt dizzy as her world started to fade to black once more.

No one knew what was causing the girl to have these violent attacks. As far as the nurses' eyes could see there was nothing on her. She must have been going crazy, they all thought. What else could it be?


Scott walked into the library, feeling slightly out of place. He sensed the beautiful girl with the long, curly brown hair within seconds of arriving. He slowly approached the table she was sitting at alone. She had been spending most of her time at school alone, having isolated herself from her friends, convincing herself it was for the best. Scott sat down at the girl's table, barely making a sound.

"Hey Allison," the boy said quietly.

"Scott...you scared me," the girl whispered, her heart rate picking up. "What are you doing here? You know were not supposed-"

"I know, but I need your help," Scott said uneasily. It had felt like an eternity since he spoke to the girl and being this close almost made him lose it.

"Is this a studying thing because you should really find someone else," Allison said sadly.

"It's more of a hunter thing," the boy stated. "Do you know anything about what happened at the cemetery last Friday?"

"Um, not really," Allison replied. "I'm not really being let in on the hunter information right now. My dad hasn't really started to trust me again."

"Right. But have you over heard anything?" Scott asked. "It's really important."

"Well, there is this one thing. My dad keeps referring to it as 'the situation,'" the girl continued. "A group of Gerard's closest men have gone rogue it seems. They're trigger happy morons who hate code and hate my dad."

"Do you know why they might have come after Isaac and Rina?"

"They were probably trying to track him to Derek, you know, bring down the alpha," she replied. "It seems like theres a new thing out there too, which I'm guessing is Rina"

"You've guessed right," Scott said. "She accidentally killed one of them. What's got us really confused though is why they completely cleaned up the crime scene."

"They don't want to be found. They've racked up a string of unnecessary kills under Gerard and they're probably scared of what will happen if they get caught now that he's not around," Allison explained. "They'd rather lead the cops in the wrong direction completely than get Derek, Isaac and Rina arrested for murder. But that doesn't mean she's safe though. Maybe from the cops, but not from Gerard's men at least. They'll probably come after her again now that she's killed one of their own."

"Makes enough sense," Scott replied. "Well, for something completely crazy, I guess." The girl let out a small laugh at his response. "I've missed you," the boy added.

"I know," she whispered. "But I'm still not ready to get back into all of this, ok?"

"Ok," Scott said. With that he walked away knowing he couldn't change the girl's mind. At least not yet.


Several hours after her last attack Rina woke up again. This time she actually felt like herself. She peered down at her body under the covers. There was nothing unusual. No blood stained sheets, no feathers. She glanced over to look outside the window. It was pitch black outside. Time had completely slipped away from the girl. She turned her head to look out of the other window that faced the main hall of the hospital. It was completely empty save for one male nurse sitting behind the big main desk. She caught sight of her reflection in the window, startled by how completely strung out she looked. Her skin had turned from its usual fair tone to a sickly pale shade. Her eyes had dark circles under them and her hair laid limply around her face. She looked like something out of a horror movie. She had been through hell and it showed.

Rina sat up in her bed. "I hate hospitals," she whispered to herself as she ripped the iv out of her arm. "Damn, " she muttered as the needle left her skin. She got up out of her bed and made her way to the other side of the room. "Where are my damn clothes," she said frantically under her breath as she searched the room for something to wear. There was no sign of her clothes or shoes anywhere, so she was stuck with her hospital gown.

As she walked out of her room the male nurse stood up attentively. He approached her calmly. "You're not supposed to be out of bed," he stated, walking towards her.

"Don't come near me," the girl said intimidatingly. She could feel the man was a bit scared, but he tried not to show it.

"Now, let's just get you back into bed," he said as he put his hand on her forearm.

"I said don't come near me," she yelled as she pushed the man back with a blue flash. He landed hard on the top of the desk. Rina swore she heard his rib crack. The man reached for the phone and dialed frantically.

"Security, we've got a loose patient on the fourth floor. She's dangerous," the man panted into the phone. Rina turned to run and escaped through the door marked 'stairs.' She flew down several flights, almost falling a few times as she was moving so fast.

Once she had reached the main floor she stopped running. There was a few people there, so she snuck around, trying to remain out of sight. She found a backdoor that led to an alleyway and slipped through it. Standing outside the door was a woman smoking. The woman looked unnerved by the presence of the ghostly looking girl. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

"C-can I bum a smoke," Rina asked the woman in a soft voice.

"Uh, yeah sure," the woman replied reluctantly. As her head was down rummaging in her purse for the cigaret, Rina punched her in the face hard enough to knock her out.

"Sorry," the girl whispered as she leaned down closer to the woman. She stripped her of her shoes, pants and shirt, replacing the woman's clothes with her hospital gown. She hated feeling like a criminal again, but she needed to do something. She began to run again. She didn't really know where to go, or how long she could go for, but she kept running.


"Pick up...Pick up," Scott whispered frantically into his phone as it rang.

Several rings passed by until a voice finally came from the other side of the line. "Oh my God Scott, its midnight."

"Like you were sleeping Adderall boy," Scott teased. "Anyway, this is serious."

"What is it?" Stiles replied.

"I just got a call from my mom. She said that an unidentified female patient escaped from the hospital. What she described sounded exactly like Rina." Scott explained.

"Ok, so what do we do?" Stiles replied.

"Get ready and get your car down here as fast as you can," Scott answered. "She's probably wandering around alone. We need to find her before someone else does."

"So what, are we just gonna drive around the whole town hoping we find her? Scott, that's not really a plan," Stiles stated.

"You seem to be forgetting the whole werewolf senses thing," Scott retorted.

"Oh yeah, that," Stiles sighed. "Ok, I'll be over in ten minutes. Bye."


Rina had finally stopped running. She had been walking along a quite road for what felt like miles. She was so lost in her own head that she didn't notice the car pulling up beside her.

"You look lost," a warm voice said.

Rina turned around and panicked when she saw the police car that had pulled up beside her.

"I'm not breaking any laws," the girl said defensively.

"Well actually, you're out past curfew," the man said. "You can't be more than what, sixteen? Get in, I'm going to take you home. This town isn't that safe at night anymore."

"I'm fine," the girl said firmly, avoiding the eyes of the officer.

"I wasn't giving you an option," he said. "Get in."

Rina knew she couldn't get out of this. She could try to run, but she felt weak, and the man was in a car and could easily follow her. She'd had enough running for one night anyway. She walked towards the car, extending her hand towards the back door.

"You can sit in the front," the man said with a slight laugh. "You're not a perp."

The girl climbed into the front seat next to the officer, telling him the address of her house. She had never been in the front seat of a police car before. It was usually the back that was reserved for her.

"I'm Sheriff Stilinsky by the way," the man said.

"Y-yeah...I've seen you around," Rina said, her voice shaking slightly. She knew all too well who the man was. She was really hoping he didn't recognize her.

"And what's your name young lady?" the sheriff asked.

"It's Ashley," Rina replied, trying to sound genuine.

"Now, we both know that was a lie," he said as the girl looked down, trying to avoid his gaze. "Now what's your name."

"Anna," the girl said, lying again.

"Ekaterina Lebedeva," the sheriff said with a sigh, startling the girl,

"Yeh-kaht-er-eenah," the girl corrected under her breath. "So you do remember me," she said quietly as she looked down.

"It's not everyday a fourteen-year-old girl breaks a pair of handcuffs and punches a cop in the face," the man stated bluntly. "Put up a real fight."

She didn't know how to respond, so she just sat in uncomfortable silence. Rina remembered that incident all too well. It wasn't a time in her life she wanted to revisit right now, or ever.

"Why were you out here alone?" the man asked. "Were you running away again?"

"No...I-" the girl tried to speak, but nothing much came out.

"It's ok. Just don't let me catch you wandering alone out here again," the sheriff said warmly. "And try to stay out of trouble, sweetheart."

She hadn't been called that in a long time. Rina looked into the eyes of the cop that had arrested her just a couple of years ago. She had blamed him so much for what had happened to her. She had hated him for years. She wanted to hate him still, but she couldn't. No adult had ever been this kind to her. So warm, so parental. They spent the rest of the drive in silence, both knowing there was nothing else to say. Rina's mind had wandered back to what Ms. Morell had said earlier: "don't fight those who are trying to help you." The word's echoed in her mind as she looked at Sheriff Stilinski. Ms. Morell was right. Not fighting for once and letting someone in had actually helped.

The car pulled up to Julie and Ben's driveway, a place she hadn't really though about in days. Seeing the house had reminded her of what life had felt like before things got so complicated. To have a home of her own. To have real parents of her own.

"Looks like this is your stop, kiddo," the Sheriff said.

"Yeah...thanks for the ride," Rina said softly as she stepped out of the car. "Stiles is really lucky," she added looking back at the officer.

"Thank you," he replied, smiling. "I sure try."

With that the girl walked away from the car and towards the house. Not having keys she rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. The sheriff waited until someone let her in, and then he drove off.


Aww, don't you just love Sheriff Stilinsky!

I will be posting the next chapter Saturday morning so make sure to check back for it! And make sure to leave a comment.